poems & bullets

August 22, 2006 at 5:36 pm | Posted in poetry | Leave a comment

Sorry mama, I know you don’t agree

or think I choose

my battles wisely,

but I must confess

to being

the lone gunman

perchered atop your mind,

replacing bullets with poems

bleeding people dry,

so tell me

which television camera

I should point my pen at

to incite a riot

within the system,

because my words

wound souls,

literary erections

just

hang

there

and the wine bottles

clank

and the sun burns

bones

dropping these bombs

in the hopes that

society destroys itself

one denial at a time.

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